Wiel Baaten 

ScinDials 

Poems 

Short Stories 

Novels 

Drawings 

 My Lisa  

Your canvas,
longing to be stroked where you are hiding,
stands unmovable amidst my thoughts:
a faceless statue in honor of fallen dreams,
stealing focus in blissful ignorance of brushes and pigmentation turned gray.





Duo

  © 2011 Wiel Baaten